“Oracle!! Why have you ordered all knights to return from Iselone! Without our influence their kingdom will rise once again and start another war with us! We have to send them back immediately!!”

“Zarog... Our gods have already forsaken this land. A new evil has appeared... An evil which even makes our goddess Elaira tremble in fear. We have to gather our forces and defend ourselves until help from our homeland arrives.”

“An evil? But... Our homeland is currently putting all forces in Midgard... We’re just a small kingdom at one of the branches of Alfheim... We would need to survive for at least two weeks until help arrives, if we even get some!”

“Don’t worry help will come. I’m sure our goddess already told the queen what is happening. But... I just hope we will be able to stand our ground until help arrives...”

“Oracle... Fine! I will gather all forced we have and prepare a wall even the forces of Hel couldn’t destroy!”

The oracle smiled slightly as she patted her general’s head, “I believe in you Zarog. Together we can win.”

“Yes, Oracle just leave everything to me.”

“I will.”

The man known as Zarog then left the Oracle alone and started his project to protect his land from the new appeared evil, not noticing the fear in the oracle's face, “Zarog... Forgive me... But I’m scared... The goddess stopped talking to me... I fear that she also abandoned us too...”

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Upon arriving the first thing Azathoth noticed was that his power has massively decreased, “A hundredth? No, it’s feels more like a Billionth... Urgh...”, Azathoth already started to miss his powers until he noticed that something else has manifested inside him.

“Fascinating... It seems like I have inherited a corrupted version of the heroes powers...”, He stated as he moved his body at an similar superspeed to the hero, but in a much more distorted almost error-like way, which left delayed after-images of him behind making it look like he's using multiple short teleportations instead, each time followed by a loud rush noise, truly embodying his error-like existence in his demonic super-speed.

“But I should still try to find a way to restore my energy and manifest my powers in here. But that could actually take quite a while...”

Azathoth then slowly flew up, looking down at the giant dead forest he found himself when he arrived, “I had a little hope that I would at least land somewhere with more ‘Toys’, But it looks like I have to find them myself.”, In that moment Azathoth covered himself in a black aura and started to fly as fast as possible, turning in a black ray which flew in one particular direction, one filled with life just waiting to be annihilated by him.

Once arrived, he found the origin of the energy he felt. A peaceful Elf village filled with happiness and joy.

But as he watched the village from the sky a screen appeared before him.

[Warning error detected!]

[System can’t analyze Player’s body!]

[Please allow the system to analyze your body and create a Status screen!]

“Do I have too?”

[Yes.]

“Sigh... Do what you want...”

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[Status]

[Name: Azathoth

Race: Outer-God

Titles: God of the Void Azathoth, God of Chaos Azathoth, Error within Existence, Daemon-Sultan, The First One.

Class: Supreme Evil-Deity.

Skills:

Void-God Azathoth

Chaos-God Azathoth

Daemon-Sultan Azathoth

Distorted-Speed-Daemon Azathoth

Void-Eyes of Destruction

Chaos-Tongue of Corruption

The Eldritch One]

What formed before the deity was indeed the same status screen other beings received, but his was slightly different. His was decorated with in blood tainted ornaments while the letters were also tainted in the same color, fitting his image as an Evil-deity.

“Strange, but surprisingly beautiful.”, Swiping his screen away the deity looked down on his soon to be called victims. They were clueless to what will soon happen to them, making Azathoth rethink everything once again.

But as he did, images of countless dead worlds flashed by, images of worlds destroyed by the disease called Mankind and robbed of their beauty. As the Images flashed before his very eyes his hatred and bloodlust increased allowing him to cross the final line to start his own crusade of true-justice.

At that moment a group of villagers spotted him and pointed at him making the rest of the village attentive of his existence. But as Azathoth noticed the sudden gazes he was receiving he couldn’t help but smile as he looked down at them, “And now, I will annihilate the Elvelings and clean Alfheim for the sake of true justice.”

The confused village just watched in fear as they remained frozen by the sheer present of the god, only able to watch how a small black ball formed above the palm of his hand and slowly fall down to the very ground in front them.

The ball just had the size of a mere eyeball and was the limit of power the god could summon at once, but it was more destructive than any bomb mankind could create which it quickly demonstrated as it erased the entire village from existence, leaving nothing but a giant black abyss behind.

After seeing what he has done, Azathoth admired his work as he still was able to hear the echoes of their screams in the distance. His entire body and every fiber of his existence realized that he was created for this purpose alone and craved for more. But just as he was about to search for more victims to erase, he saw something coming out of the abyss.

Masses of white shining balls flew out and tried to escape in all directions. Azathoth didn’t understand at first but felt an enormous urge to grab these balls and stop them from wherever they wanted to flee.

The moment he caught his first ball, he felt how he slowly absorbed its very existence followed by a small increase in power. The deity quickly understood what those balls were and smiled as he found a way to gain his omnipotent powers back while not being in his realm.

Without wasting any precious second, he raised his arm and created a small black hole, sucking all remaining souls inside and forming them into a giant ball which he then consumed.

Once finished the deity suddenly felt how a massive amount of magical energy vanished at another place near another village and raised an eyebrow, “Someone like me? Nah, I doubt it. But...”, The curiosity within Azathoth won and he shot towards the direction of the vanished energy.

But once arrived the deity could only scratch his head as his eyes started to wander left and right, “Traces of a fight... Magical particles that dirty the air I breath... And a used teleportation circle... The citizen were forced to flee but from what and where is this ‘what’. I would like to tear open its skull and absorb its soul.”

Azathoth then tried to find something, a clue or a hint that could help him find his newfound prey, but he had no luck, “Looks like I’ve run out of luck this time. Then I just get rid of the other villages around and try something interesting instead to lift my mood.”

With that in mind the deity flew from village to village and destroyed each one faster than the one before, letting his power grow into new heights with each village he devoured.

After a short while only one place was left alive, the capital of Iselone Elara. Azathoth paid no mind to it as its days were already numbered and instead focused on something else.

“According to the skill I have to use one or more souls to create that... Fine by me but it’s a pity, souls are actually really tasty... But I need to do it, I can’t do anything on my own, especially as a deity.”

Once he finished his preparations, the deity stood up and checked everything, “Ritual circle... Check! Five hundred souls... More or less, check! Enough mana to activate the skill and hold it together... Probably... Good! Looks like I have everything, then let’s start!”, Azathoth jumped up and stopped midair as he raised his arm, activating his skill [Daemon-Sultan].

The circle started to glow in response, followed by the ground which started to shake as the circle began to demand his payment. Without a choice Azathoth fulfilled its desire and gave it his souls, letting them slowly get sucked inside the circle and vanish into oblivion. Once finished, the sky turned green, and the earth began to dry up as a massive amount of energy was clashing against each other bringing birth to a new being.

Azathoth noticed how nearby animals started to rot and eat each other as their eyes turned pale white while plants started to slowly decay and collapse onto each other. Azathoth was somewhat impressed by the power of this new creature but knew he could do worse if he had the desire for it.

“Now then, what are you?”, Clueless about his own creation, the deity looked down on the new being demanding an explanation.

“I’m the embodiment of Pestilence, the living rot and the decay given flesh. I’m one of the four who serve no master and the plague that comes before death. I’m the one who listened to your voice and the one who chose to answer.

I am Pestilence, the third of my kin, and ready to serve.”